I also have a MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/owenniblock

And a Facebook: http://www.facebook.com (search for Owen Niblock)

Although I hope to gradually move everything over to here - feel free to add me as a friend.

I'm really angry at estate agents right now, not only are they rubbish at providing information and updating the website when a property has gone (some we've found even list properties that never were available just to get you to phone!) but on Friday we went to see a house, we'd been told by the estate agent that pets should be ok, however "we should ask the landlady just incase" which we did only to be told "Oh, no. I specifically said no pets." Grr! And they then phone us to ask us how it went. Die. Die die die die die.

Was fun seeing Sophie at the weekend, it's been far too long, we had a nice bottle of wine (and a not so nice bottle of wine) watched Mummy Returns (which was better than I remembered but still not as good as the first one) and then I shouted at the TV while 100 greatest comedians program was on. Christ Bernard Manning was a nasty piece of work. Got to bed around 2:30 then had to get up the next day for Carnival of Souls. We were meant to be running a stall, but had problems with the Romahome on the way there and ended up having to take it back to my parents and picking the car up til we can get it fixed. Think it needs a new fan belt and a new glow plug.

Things at Jem's parents are ok, been hiding away so they feel like they've got their house back a bit. Got some gigs next week and then staying in a holiday cottage nearby so we can have space to sort wedding stuff out.

(copied from previous journal - hence the odd dates)

Off to Derby tomorrow to see my cousin (Sophie) on Saturday to discuss wedding plans (as she is the best man) and to run a stall with Jem on Sunday at Carnival of Souls - a goth & fetish event which she used to run a long time ago (when she was in the goth band Midnight Configuration).

On the way, we're going to be disappointed by another house - I realise I'm starting to sound like my Dad when I talk about the impending doom of houses - but if I were a betting man, I'd look at the previous results and place my money firmly on something being wrong with it.

Working on Monday (afternoon til evening). Also have to write my vows for the wedding, condensing everything I feel for Jem in a few sentences without it sounding cheesy is proving quite tricky, so time must be spent getting it right.

Time for some pineapple juice. Nom nom nom.

P.S. Whilst waiting to get my hair cut earlier today, I read about a (now extinct) breed of pidgeon called the Passenger pidgeon which used to flock in massive quantities, apparently they'd be a blot across the entire sky and once it was reported that a flock took 3 days to pass!

 Back to the nomming.